Maybe it’s just luck or the right time but I’ve finally convinced the asshole of a brother-in-law (No I don’t mean BooMan’s brother) to let go of my sister. I guess I’ve learnt that anger is not the answer most of the time.
I’ve been threatened to be beaten up or killed by him. My house had been verbally abused, as well as stones thrown at. My grandparents had been verbally abused. My mom had had moments where she had to kneel to get my sister back on track, where the A-hole would just keep shouting at her and convincing my sister to come back to him.
They had a divorce once and they went back together, after he had promised my sis that he would never abuse her physically again and he would treat her right. My sis was the one who was the bread winner of the house and he was just another failure in his university and I have no idea how many years he had been repeating.
One night, my sis rang me up and told me she was at the bakery at the corner of our streets. Never in my life have I seen my sister so messed up. She looked so thin and fragile; she looked so dressed down anyone could mistaken her for any servants in a ‘not that rich’ house. She hung on to her umbrella, her hands shaking. I asked what happened. It so happened that A-hole had bitten her and punched her arms. Now, if you people actually knew how my sister is too skinny, you would know she would be the last person you would wanna punch or abuse. She was just so frail and skinny.
Since that day, I have kept her in my house, then transferred her to my mom (who was then living with her mom) and finally she got a job oversea and she’s living happily with my mom.
Now, during her working time, I suffered the consequences. My grandparents were pride-fucked and no I do NOT blame them. Being old fashioned, pride was just there to stop them from helping again. They had helped during the first break up and they refused to chip in for this time round. That was when I blogged that I came back to Myanmar for a reason. So, I automatically became the messenger.
I got threats via phonecalls. I got told how he’s got spies at my work. There were times when I was not allowed to go out late. After six or more months of this, the A-hole has FINALLY given up, or so I hope. He has finally agreed to have a mutual break up with my sister. Now, all I gotta do is talk to the lawyer and get this done before he changed his mind.
Forgiveness is hard, but at times it’s the only solution to a better life.
I forgave being hard on A-hole for his forgiveness to my sister. He’s still a big asshole in my opinion since I am so against physical abuses, be it men, women or children. Somehow, it’s not worth having so much hatred on someone who I was gonna let go in life. I wish him well and I’m the happiest brother my sister could ever have.
I’ve been threatened to be beaten up or killed by him. My house had been verbally abused, as well as stones thrown at. My grandparents had been verbally abused. My mom had had moments where she had to kneel to get my sister back on track, where the A-hole would just keep shouting at her and convincing my sister to come back to him.
They had a divorce once and they went back together, after he had promised my sis that he would never abuse her physically again and he would treat her right. My sis was the one who was the bread winner of the house and he was just another failure in his university and I have no idea how many years he had been repeating.
One night, my sis rang me up and told me she was at the bakery at the corner of our streets. Never in my life have I seen my sister so messed up. She looked so thin and fragile; she looked so dressed down anyone could mistaken her for any servants in a ‘not that rich’ house. She hung on to her umbrella, her hands shaking. I asked what happened. It so happened that A-hole had bitten her and punched her arms. Now, if you people actually knew how my sister is too skinny, you would know she would be the last person you would wanna punch or abuse. She was just so frail and skinny.
Since that day, I have kept her in my house, then transferred her to my mom (who was then living with her mom) and finally she got a job oversea and she’s living happily with my mom.
Now, during her working time, I suffered the consequences. My grandparents were pride-fucked and no I do NOT blame them. Being old fashioned, pride was just there to stop them from helping again. They had helped during the first break up and they refused to chip in for this time round. That was when I blogged that I came back to Myanmar for a reason. So, I automatically became the messenger.
I got threats via phonecalls. I got told how he’s got spies at my work. There were times when I was not allowed to go out late. After six or more months of this, the A-hole has FINALLY given up, or so I hope. He has finally agreed to have a mutual break up with my sister. Now, all I gotta do is talk to the lawyer and get this done before he changed his mind.
Forgiveness is hard, but at times it’s the only solution to a better life.
I forgave being hard on A-hole for his forgiveness to my sister. He’s still a big asshole in my opinion since I am so against physical abuses, be it men, women or children. Somehow, it’s not worth having so much hatred on someone who I was gonna let go in life. I wish him well and I’m the happiest brother my sister could ever have.
Listening to: Debbie Gibson - Sure
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